Madeleine: You're dressed. Special occasion?
Helen: I will not speak to you 'til you put your head on straight.
Lisle: Drink that potion, and you'll never grow even one day older. Don't drink it, and continue to watch yourself rot.
Helen Sharp: On guard, bitch.
Madeleine: Oh, it's you.
Ernest: Fine, dear, thank you, like a rock.
Helen: You have no talent for poverty.
Ernest: You're sitting there, you're talking to me, but you're dead.
Madeleine: Could you just not breathe?
Helen: You can't raise an eyebrow without major surgery.
Answer: Ernest painted Madeline's eyes before she came down the stairs. He even notes that the balance in her eyes were messed up.